The mirror was lying
that she
was none like me
No matter how I struggled
to blink her away
A mirror will always be there to
remind me of my
long wooden nose
and suffocate
me
inside square argyle bags
(22/7/96)
Hi, Your poem is small but beautiful. Keep up the good work
Excellent write Christos...enjoyed reading it...I can relate to it...Thank you..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Vellat, I read your poems too, you write well yourself